“Kiss me Lover.” There was no sweater pleasure in his mind than the sweeten
“Kiss me Lover.” There was no sweater pleasure in his mind than the sweetens of her lips on his There was no greater Nirvana in his soul than his face coated with her moisture There was no other bliss than when he felt her body shudder above his There was no more felicitous place on his earth than where he was at this moment. ~ ©2010 Salacious Musings ~ -- source link